Date: Tue, 21 Jan 2003 10:43:46 EST
From: JuilianJ@aol.com
Subject: the story of us part 10
THE STORY OF US
BY: Julien
This story is 100% fictional and is by no means depictive of the life of
any person, place or thing. It contains sexual activities between males
and should only be read if it is legal to do so in your area. Read at your
own risk and enjoy. Comments are welcomed and would be very much
appreciated. ENJOY! There will be many flashback sequences in this story
so as not to confuse anyone, when a flashback takes place, there will be an
asterisk (*) before the start of that flashback.
I knew that he had something to do with what had happened with Richie. It
had to be him. And here he stood in front of me mouthing off like I was
some fucking idiot, like I wouldn't have figured it out.
"...I'm glad your friend is doing better."
"Is that so?"
"Of course Bobby. I know that me and your boy don't always get along but I
really hoped for the best."
"It's strange that you should say that cause that's not what I've been
hearing lately. In fact, I've been hearing that you've been trying to fuck
him over."
His face fell as he realized that I had caught him in a lie.
"Now you know me Bobby. I wouldn't do such a thing like that, I don't like
the guy but that don't mean I'm gonna mess with him."
"Cut the bullshit Ernie and be a fucking man!" I saw that I had gotten his
attention and I had gotten it quickly. Now it was time for the truth.
"What the fuck is this about Bobby?"
"You damn well know what the fuck this is about!"
"Do I?" I was tired of playing this game.
"You and me do something in private and you have the fucking gall to take
pictures!"
The color drained from his face, a sure sign that he was guilty as sin.
"Bobby I...it's not the way you think."
"Oh really. I fucking trusted you and you play me. I gave you a fucking
job when no one else would and I fucking shit on my best friend for you and
this is how you fucking repay me!!!"
I was on the verge of breaking something or someone so I detached myself
from the situation and moved as far away from him as I could.
"You got five minutes to talk your way out of this shit before I get a
lawyer on the phone."
"Ok, ok. I...I did take some pictures but it was just for my own personal
collection, I like you Bobby, you know that. And I know that this was
probably a once in a lifetime thing for us, I wanted something to remember
you by."
"And how the fuck did Richie find out about these pictures?"
It seemed as if a dark cloud came over his face leaving me with little
doubt.
"I don't know. Homeboy came over here all mad and shit because he was mad
at you, me he was fucking outta his mind Bobby, I swear. He came over,
started trashing the place and found those pictures. Threatened to give
them to the press just to get you back. That's it man. I'm not the enemy
here, your friend is."
And to actually hear what he was saying was making sense. Richie was mad
enough to want to get me back, I know that. And of course if he could get
an opp to take Ernie out he woulda done it too but that wasn't the Richie I
knew. He wouldn't do shit like that, no matter how hurt he was and I found
myself doubting Ernie's' story.
"I don't believe a goddamn word that comes out of your mouth Ernie, not one
word."
"Well it's the truth Bobby, I swear!"
"And give me one good reason why I should believe you."
"Because we got a bond man. I let you fuck me, ain't that mean nothing to
you. You think I'd let just anyone plug me?"
When I didn't answer he continued,
"Fuck no! I love pussy man, I fucking love it and the fact that I'd let you
fuck me should tell you that we got trust man. I been there for you a lot
Bobby, I have and I know that I done did some questionable things but I
swear that I've never lied to you about this."
And my mind couldn't help but wander back to that night. We had had a
great show in New York and had completely sold out - Again. Everyone was
on a high from all the excitement and as usual Ernie and Richie had been
going at it again, ribbing on each other. And then the argument had turned
to pussy:
"Good. You sold out tonight bro. Completely sold out. We even had a
couple of celebs in the house."
"Yeah, I saw that chick from Bay watch."
"Now wouldn't you like to fuck that?" Ernie had chided in.
"You damn right I would." I had agreed thinking how long it had been since
I had been with anyone. With the recording and the touring, fucking was
just not on the agenda.
"I swear just two nights ago in Philly a girl was bribing me five hundred
just to let her in the backdoor in hopes of blowing you."
I had laughed at that and asked Ernie what had stopped him.
"She was way too busy on a brothers' jock." He had replied gyrating his
pelvis, something that surprisingly caused my dick to jerk a bit.
"Though you wouldn't know bout that would you Richie." He had added
turning to Richie.
"I guess I wouldn't."
"Not with being a faggot and all..."
"Hey Ernie, lay off." I had said not at all liking where the argument was
going.
"What Bobby, I'm just calling it as it is. You better watch yourself
around him, or he might end up blowing you in your sleep."
"Whatever man, just go deal with media will you."
Ernie had laughed and had walked away leaving me to apologize.
"Forget it!"
"You need to chill Richie or the guys won't like you. Sometimes I think
that you purposely try to separate yourself from the group."
"First off Bobby I don't want your cronies to like me. Half of these
called friends of yours could hardly give a fuck about what happens to you.
As long as they can ride with you and profile with you it's all good.
Secondly it's clear that my presence here is intruding on some sort of
'black' code of honor or some shit like that. Thirdly, I don't need you or
anyone else telling me what the fuck I need to do."
And he had walked out leaving me frustrated mentally, physically and
sexually. Things had gotten out of hand and I just wanted the day to end.
And while I had the idea to just go back to the hotel and jack off, Ernie
insisted that we go for a drink.
"You did good Bobby, really good, you fucking sold out MSG (Madison Square
Garden), shit, that must be some heavy weight record or something!"
I had been excited at the prospect and against my better judgment went for
a drink that turned into an all night binge. At around four the next
morning me and Ernie had stumbled out of yet another bar and headed up to
our separate hotel rooms.
"Shit!" He had called out reaching into his pockets as I was finally able
to get my door open.
"What?"
"My fucking key, I musta left it in the bar." His slurred speech to me
seemed hilarious and I started to laugh for no other reason than being
drunk. A second later he joined me.
"Shut the fuck up!" Came a voice from one open hotel door.
"Keep it down, it's four in the morning!" Came another and finally someone
threatened to call security if we didn't take it inside.
"I gotta get another key from the coincerege."
"Don't you mean concierge?"
"Who the fuck knows." And he had ambled down the hall while I dragged
myself into my room barely managing to close the door behind me. Not
moments later I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me out of my sleep. My
eyes opened and adjusted to the darkness, to the figure beside me, gently
stroking my bare stomach and I hadn't remembered taking off my shirt.
"How the hell did you get in here?" I had whispered as I felt his hands
travel down towards my pants.
"I left my I.D. in my room, can't just be giving out keys to anyone." And
he had chuckled, something that seemed infectious as I started to laugh
alongside him as he began to unbuckle my pants and take them off.
"Come on Ernie, we can't do this, I can't do this." And even as I said it,
I wasn't making an effort to stop him, if anything, I seemed to be
encouraging his efforts and before long I was left with just my Haynes. He
massaged my dick through the fabrics and started kiss it.
"What happened to pussy?" I managed to get out as he pulled my dick from
its' confines and put it into his mouth. Damn it felt so warm, so good!
"Mmm, this is so much better." And so began my first male blowjob.
I didn't object as he brought me to near exaltation and then abandoned me
for a seat atop my dick.
"Oh damn Ernie, we shouldn't do this, it's not right." But that wasn't
lost on him as he strapped a condom on me and slowly positioned himself
atop me. His ass felt so different from any pussy that I had ever fucked
and it was a strange and exciting feeling for me. I closed my eyes and
just enjoyed the moment.
Of course the morning after took care of all that stolen excitement as I
found myself unable to even look at him. And as we both disentangled
ourselves from the sheets and took separate showers, the tension grew.
He had left my room moments later and we hadn't spoken of it until today.
"Man, if I find out you're lying."
He cut in quickly with, "I'm not Bobby. It happened how I said it happened
ok."
"And what about that shit with Richie and that cat?"
"Who?"
"The one in the fucking tabloid. You know anything about how that got
there."
"Hell fucking no man. And if your boy claims I did, tell him to back it
the fuck up."
There was more mudslinging going on here than I wanted to deal with so I
just left it like that and left. It seemed that I didn't know who the hell
I could trust these days. Everyone wants a piece of Robert Knight but no
one wants to work on getting it. It's like a fucking free for all with me
as the damn prize and I hated feeling that way.
And just before making the turn off for my place I decided that I wasn't
gonna rock the boat where Richie was concerned. This shit between him and
Ernie was gonna stay between them and I wasn't gonna purposely put myself
in the middle of it. And I wasn't gonna bring it up again.
"Michael I can't go so stop asking?"
"Why the hell not?"
"How the hell is it going to look with me carousing in Manhattan with you
when I'm supposed to be resting up so that I can get my ass back to work?"
"Who cares! You need to get out of this fucking house and get back on your
feet with your friends. Are you under house arrest or something?"
"No but I am under doctors orders to stay close to home."
"Or maybe you don't want to leave your boyfriend alone. Afraid he might
hook up with some chick."
"Fuck you Michael!"
"I only wish you would. Get off your high horse Richie and come back down
to earth. You need to get back into the swing of things. There are many
legitimate gay men out there looking for Mr. Right like you but you're
never going to meet them if you're always cooped up in here."
And even though the idea sounded tantalizing, I knew I wasn't up for man
hunting.
"I'm not into it Michael, my heart isn't in it and you know what'll happen
if my heart's not in it.
He rolled his eyes and took a seat in front of me, down on the floor.
"I need a cigarette." He declared reaching into his back pocket and
pulling out a pack.
"Not in here you don't."
"Mr. Knight not a smoker?" He asked, eyebrow raised.
"No and neither am I and while you're here, neither are you." He hissed
his teeth and replaced the cigarette back in the box and the box back into
his pants pocket.
"Fine, whatever."
I leaned into him and planted a big, wet kiss on his cheek right at the
moment Bobby walked into the living room. He didn't look too happy to see
me and Michael together but didn't say anything choosing instead to head
into his room and slam the door shut.
"Somebody's jealous." Michael chanted only to have me hit him as hard as I
could.
"Shut up or he'll hear you!"
"Uh, that's so sweet."
"Michael!" I warned stepping over him to go and find Bobby and hopefully
find out what was bothering him.
But as I approached the door he opened it and there we stood face to face.
"You ok?" I asked
"Do I fucking look ok Richie!" He practically barked leaving me with a
sense of dread.
"Sorry." I said trying to pass him. He in turn grabbed my hand and pulled
me back to him. Now we were shoulder to shoulder.
"No, don't you dare fucking apologize. I'm sorry, it's just that, I'm just
having a really rotten day. I shouldn't even be taking this out on you."
"You want to talk about it?"
He looked over my shoulder into the living room, no doubt looking at
Michael.
"I can ask him to leave."
"No, I just need some time to myself, no offense."
"None taken."
"Thanks. Look...I'm gonna take a ride out to New Jersey, maybe spend the
night, you're gonna be ok by yourself." And even though I didn't want him
to go, it wasn't my choice to make.
"Yeah. You sure you're ok Bobby? Maybe I should go with you."
His eyes seemed to light up at the thought but only for a second.
"Nah, I just need a time out. I'll be back early. Maybe we could go for
breakfast or something."
He didn't sound dedicated to the idea but then again neither was I.
"Sure, no problem."
"Good and if you want your friend to stay, I don't..." he whispered this to
me as if he were afraid to say it out loud.
"No, he's leaving as soon as you are." A smile graced his face and he
leaned in and unexpectedly hugged me.
"Thank you man, you're my best friend, you know that."
"Yeah." My voice came out strained with emotion. He let go of me and gave
me the look over and walked past me out the door. Michael quickly ran up
to me begging to know the intimate details of our exchange.
"You guys look like a fucking power house couple!"
"Shut up. It was..."
"Nothing. Bullshit Richie and you know it. Friends don't hold their
friends like that in public, it just doesn't happen." And while it seemed
strange that Bobby would show such PDA (public displays of affection) with
Michael right there, I chalked it up to insecurities. He knew how much I
had suffered because of Michael and to see me so carefree with him must
have had his head spinning, looking for answers.
"Say what you must but you got to go, I don't want Bobby to think that you
and I are..."
"Fucking, carousing, fooling around, doing the cha cha cha." He started to
laugh and so did I.
"Funny funny, just get out of here and call me later."
"Will do baby." And then he leaned into me and gave me that trademark kiss
on the lips and for the first time in a long time I felt like I wanted to
reciprocate.
I waited around outside hoping to see him leave before I took off. I
didn't like the idea that Richie was spending all his excess time with a
guy like Michael and I would be damned if I would stand by and not say or
do anything.
"Still here?" He called as he walked in my general direction to get in his
car.
"Yeah, just checking my car for the trip."
He nodded his head, looked over at me and started to laugh.
"What the hell is so funny?" I asked not liking the idea that he thought
he had a one up.
"Nothing Mr. Knight, not a thing." And as he made a move to get into his
car, I stopped him.
"You have a second?"
He looked at his watch, "Yeah and there it goes." I was just two seconds
from going off on this jackass.
Seeing that I wasn't amused he closed his car door and stood tall as if he
were challenging me. I could see that he wasn't gonna bend over backwards
to try and be on friendly terms with me, all the better because I didn't
like his ass one bit.
"What game are you running?"
"Excuse me?"
"What game are you running because you may have gotten Richie dick whipped
but you don't got me fooled one bit."
He cocked up an eyebrow, "Is there something you want to know Mr. Knight,
like for instance if I'm fucking your friend." The words cut through me
like a knife and it took all my strength not to go off.
When I didn't answer, he continued, "Because If I were it would really be
none of your fucking business. Richie is a grown man and believe me when I
say he knows what he wants and needs."
"You think you're so fucking slick, coming up in here acting like you give
a damn about him and his feelings. Well you might be fooling Richie but
you ain't fooling me."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah that's so." And just when I thought he would walk away, he did a
double take and took it to the next level.
"You have a lot of fucking nerve trying to talk me down. Especially after
what your ass did to your so called friend!"
"Excuse me!"
"I don't even know what Richie sees in your ass cause all I see is a nigga
with an attitude." And it was as if all my bottled emotions came out and I
was on Michael like white on rice pounding the shit out of him. He tried
to fight back but he was clearly smaller than me. And if it wasn't for a
cop car passing, I believe in my heart that I could have seriously hurt him
or worse, killed him.
At the end of it all, I was arrested and thrown in jail while he was rushed
to the hospital with a broken jaw and arm. And while my mind should have
been on the bad media that I was about to face, it instead chose to wonder
to Richie's reaction. He had missed the whole thing but was just in time
to see me thrown into the back of a cop car and Michael into an ambulance.
"Bobby what the fuck happened?" I broke out of my thought and saw Laurence
as he walked towards me.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"This is no time for this star bullshit! You are in some major major major
shit, you almost killed a man!"
"Well I didn't." My nonchalant attitude must have gotten to him for he
took up his briefcase and made his way towards the door.
"Laurence, I'm sorry!"
He looked back at me and shook his head walking over to me, this time
placing a hand on my shoulder.
"What happened to you man?"
"I don't know. I just snapped - is he, is he going to be ok?" I could
hear my own voice cracking and tried my best to keep it together.
"He should be fine but this could go to civil court not to mention criminal
court. How could you let your temper get away from you Bobby?"
"I don't know man, I fucked up, big time!"
"Yes you did but don't worry man, try not to worry. We're going to wait
and see if this Michael Stevens press charges." And as Laurence talked
about what was to come if this even went to trial, I thought about what
Richie's reaction would be. And I thought, 'wouldn't that make for a
peaceful sleep.'
CHAPTER 10 IS OVER AND OUT. HOPE YOU LIKE IT, IT'S SHORT BUT I'M BUSY WITH
A LOT OF THINGS. WRITING IS STILL A PRIORITY BUT IT DOESN'T PAY THE BILLS
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